Sunday was once important to me, It meant going to Mass and praying to me, but when God called you home, it meant nothing to me, now Sunday means nothing to me.
Religion has no longer has a place in my life, that is because my frail heart has been cut with a knife, It is just a bunch of senseless words, it gives me no comfort like it did once.
I wish Sunday did mean something to me once again, but I don't think it will because you are not here,
It is not the fact that I have love my lost for the Lord, I just can't go into Mass alone, and not think about you anymore.
I know what you will tell me to do if you were here, I need to go Mass and hear God's Word To take his body and blood, and let it nourish me, and I will be well one again, spiritually.
Sunday will come and Sunday will go, like they always do and you will be on my mind like you always are.
I think of you every day and every night, I miss you more than ever know and I wish you were here by my side.